The Huangpu Riverbank showcased most of Tianhai's iconic landscapes. From the Oriental Pearl to the Global Financial Center, the area around Qin's Port on the Huangpu River was a must-visit for tourists. However, crowds usually flocked here during holidays and weekends; with no holiday yet, sightseers were expected to be few.

Yet now, a group of unexpected guests had suddenly appeared by the Huangpu River—young and old, men and women alike, most dressed in distinctive, ancient-styled clothing.

This lent a touch of authentic ancient Chinese charm to the bustling modern city, earning the admiration of many tourists fond of traditional Chinese culture.

Su Yiyi and Su Mingli mingled among the ordinary tourists, watching this group of "remarkable and unusual people."

Beside them stood a tall, white-bearded elder, his eyes bright as he gazed at these martial artists from all over the country and even from overseas!

This was Su Yiyi and Su Mingli's grandfather, the Master of the Su Martial Arts Center, the Half-step Grandmaster, Su Beihe!

"I never expected that the once unknown Qin Xuantian would startle the world overnight, stirring up the winds and clouds!" Su Beihe watched the scene before him with awe and murmured, "Just among the Martial Arts Grandmasters, there are six, and more than twenty Half-step Grandmasters!"

"What, that many!?" Both Su Yiyi and Su Mingli exclaimed in disbelief, whispering, "Aren't there fewer than ten Grandmasters publicly known in China? Could it be that hidden sects are also present?"

"They are here," Su Beihe nodded and said, "From the hidden martial world of the south, the Metal Sword Sect, ranked sixth; the Clear Subtlety Dao, ranked eighth; and the Zhen Yue Sect, ranked tenth, have each sent a Grandmaster, along with two Half-step Grandmasters."

"My God!" Su Mingli's eyes widened in shock as he swept his gaze across the crowd and murmured in disbelief, "That's Sun Mingyuan, the Sect Leader of the Xing Yi Sect from the north, who achieved Grandmaster status forty years ago, and Wu Tuishan from the Baji Sect! They are both renowned Martial Arts Grandmasters!"

"It's incredible, inconceivable!" Su Yiyi said, her lovely face flushed with excitement. "I've never seen so many Grandmasters in my life. Qin Xuantian, he actually managed to draw so many people here!"

"Because he's strong—too strong!" Su Beihe sighed. "A young Grandmaster, reaching the Transcendence Realm at eighteen, killed the Wudu Ancestor with a single punch. The latest news indicates that even Shen WuYing and Xuan Cheng from the hidden sects were killed by him, one punch for each of them! Everyone is curious about exactly how powerful he is, what martial arts he practices, and from which sect's heritage he hails. Furthermore, it isn't just martial artists who pay attention to such powerhouses; wealthy patrons will undoubtedly want to woo him."

Su Mingli and Su Yiyi followed Su Beihe's gaze and indeed spotted another group: people in suits and leather shoes, wearing luxury watches, and accompanied by bodyguards.

They clearly looked like affluent individuals who had also come to the Huangpu Riverbank to wait. They must have received the news and wanted to see if there was a chance to woo Qin Xuantian.

This was a young Grandmaster, after all!

An eighteen-year-old in the Transcendence Realm might become an Innate within decades, a second Xu He!

Never mind wooing him! Even just befriending him would be a worthwhile endeavor, despite any significant cost.

Of course, all of this would have to wait until after today's battle.

If Qin Xuantian were to be killed by Hong Tianshu, he would at best be remembered as a genius who shone briefly, like a shooting star that dazzles for a moment before vanishing from the night sky. A living genius is worth wooing at any cost, but a dead genius is worthless—utterly useless!

"Brother Su, long time no see! Hahaha!" A hearty laugh suddenly rang out, and then a burly, bald elder squeezed through the crowd to Su Beihe's side.

"Brother Yuan, hahaha!" Su Beihe also laughed, clapping the bald elder on the shoulder. "It's been almost twenty years since we last saw each other on Mount Tai. Yiyi, Mingli, quickly greet your Granduncle Yuan Zheng."

"Greetings to Granduncle Yuan Zheng!"

"Greetings to Granduncle Yuan Zheng!"

Su Yiyi and Su Mingli both greeted him politely.

Yuan Zheng, however, was taken aback, then said somewhat wistfully, "Sigh, Brother Su, you have a house full of children and grandchildren, while I am still alone. I've devoted half my life to the Martial Dao, yet I'm still struggling in Half-Step Transcendence."

"This battle between Qin Xuantian and Hong Tianshu may provide some enlightenment for us," Su Beihe said, his gaze turning toward the summit of the Oriental Pearl, where a figure stood with hands clasped behind his back, resembling a Divine Dragon. "Many of those at Half-Step Transcendence have probably come with the same thought in mind."

Half-Step Transcendence, as the name implies, refers to one who has half a foot in the Transcendence Realm but has not yet truly become a Grandmaster of Transcendence, merely possessing some characteristics of that realm.

In this state, as long as one slowly polishes their martial skills, they can usually, eventually, step into the Transcendence Realm. However, the time this polishing takes varies greatly—from a dozen years to over a century.

Many martial artists simply cannot endure it, losing heart halfway through. Even if they originally had the potential to break through, their hope dwindles to nothing. In the end, they can only languish in Half-Step Transcendence, remaining Half-step Grandmasters for life.

"Watching a battle between Grandmasters is indeed quite beneficial for us," Yuan Zheng nodded and said. "I've been practicing martial arts for sixty years and never thought that today I would have to learn from an eighteen-year-old boy. A young Grandmaster, an eighteen-year-old in the Transcendence Realm—how terrifying."

He was full of astonishment. Only someone like him, who had spent half his life stumbling at the threshold of the Transcendence Realm, truly understood the profound weight and horror of the term "young Grandmaster!"

"It's a pity that such an exceptional talent is going to fall today," Yuan Zheng shook his head gently and said. "Hong Tianshu's strength is terrifying, far beyond what people imagine. He is too strong. Apart from Innate Grandmasters, no one could be his opponent."

"Brother Yuan doesn't favor Qin Xuantian?" Su Beihe stroked his beard, smiling. "I, on the other hand, think Qin Xuantian has a good chance of winning. After all, not even Grandmasters from the hidden sects are his match in a single exchange."

"But Hong Tianshu is stronger than the Grandmasters of the hidden sects!" Yuan Zheng said. "Ten years ago, when I was in Southeast Asia, I saw a peak Grandmaster from a domestic hidden sect challenge Hong Tianshu. Yet, he couldn't even withstand a single blow and was defeated on the spot, almost suffering a mental breakdown, weeping and wailing!"

A peak Grandmaster from a hidden sect!? Such an expert would be four to five times stronger than a peak Grandmaster from the secular world! Yet, in front of Hong Tianshu, he couldn't even endure a single blow! Hong Tianshu's strength was simply too formidable, truly inconceivable! Facing such a powerful enemy, could Qin Xuantian really win? How could a mere eighteen-year-old young Grandmaster possibly defeat the Divine Dragon who had dominated the mortal realm for decades and suppressed Nanyang?

Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a clamor.

Then they saw Jiang Lihuo dragging a young man over!

In front of everyone, he kicked the young man on the thigh with a BANG. With a CRACK, the bone shattered, and the young man's leg was broken!

THUD!

He knelt on the ground!

"This is Chen Yuechong, the current deputy head of the Chens!" Jiang Lihuo grabbed Chen Yuechong by the neck and shouted, "Qin Xuantian! My master has been waiting for you for a long time! Come out and face your death! Otherwise, your subordinate here will die, and you'll be responsible for his death! Qin Xuantian, get out here now! Come out and face death!!"

「Meanwhile.」

Qin Heng sat in Chen Qingzhu's red BMW, having arrived at the Qins' port. His gaze reached the not-so-distant Oriental Pearl and the elder standing at its apex.

"Hong Tianshu, I've come to kill you!!"

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